He was lonely after the sheep were taken from him. They were his best friends who were stolen by Greek men. It was difficult to think about even though it was over 20 years ago. And being blind meant he was at a disadvantage.

One day as he was coming home, he held some lambs he got from a friend to start over, and heard the call of a baby. He found you stuck in a bush. The thorn cutting at your delicate skin. He was completely unsure how you had even got there. There were no humans on the island

He picked you up, slowly untangling you and you fit right in the palm of his hand. You looked about a few months old and you were tiny. "What should I do with you, you little brat. Eat you? Or enslave you?"